Young Robin Hood
Fenn, G. Manville, 1831-1909
English
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YOUNG ROBIN HOOD
BY
G. MANVILLE FENN
Author of "The Little Skipper," "Our Soldier Boy," etc.
WITH TWENTY-THREE ILLUSTRATIONS
Sit still, will you? I never saw such a boy: wriggling about like
a young eel."
"I can't help it, David," said the little fellow so roughly spoken
to by a sour-looking serving man; "the horse does jog so, and it's
so slippery. If I didn't keep moving I should go off."
"You'll soon go off if you don't keep a little quieter," growled
the man angrily, "for I'll pitch you among the bushes."
"No, you won't," said the boy laughing. "You daren't do so."
"What! I'll let you see, young master. I want to know why they
couldn't let you have a donkey or a mule, instead of hanging you on
behind me."
"Aunt said I should be safer behind you," said the boy; "but I'm
not. It's so hard to hold on by your belt, because you're so----"
"Look here. Master Robin, I get enough o' that from the men. If
you say I'm so fat, I'll pitch you into the first patch o' brambles
we come to."
"But you are fat," said the boy; "and you dare not. If you did my
father would punish you."
"He wouldn't know."
"Oh! yes he would, David," said the little fellow, confidently;
"the other men would tell him."
"They wouldn't know," said the man with a chuckle. "I say, aren't
you afraid?"
"No," said the boy. "What of, tumbling off? I could jump."
"'Fraid of going through this great dark forest?"
"No. What is there to be afraid of?"
"Robbers and thieves, and all sorts of horrid things. Why, we
might meet Robin Hood and his men."
"I should like that," said the boy.
"What?" cried the serving man, and he looked round at the great oak
and beech trees through which the faintly marked road lay, and then
forward and backward at the dozen mules, laden with packs of cloth,
every two of which were led by an armed man. "You'd like that?"
"Yes," said the boy. "I want to see him."
"Here's a pretty sort of a boy," said the man. "Why, he'd eat you
like a radish."
"No, he wouldn't," said the boy, "because I'm not a bit like a
radish; and I say, David, do turn your belt round."
"Turn my belt round?" said the man, in astonishment. "What for?"
"So as to put the sword the other side. It does keep on banging my
legs so. They're quite bruised."
"It's me that'll be bruised, with you punching and sticking your
fisties into my belt. Put your legs on the other side. I can't
move my sword. I might want it to fight, you know."
"Who with?" asked the boy.
"Robbers after the bales o' cloth. I shall be precious glad to get
'em safe to the town, and be back home again with whole bones. Sit
still, will you! Wriggling again! How am I to get you safe home
to your father if you keep sidling off like that? Want me to hand
you over to one of the men?"
"Yes, please," said the boy, dolefully.
"What? Don't want to ride on one of the mules, do you?"
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